A comma in the sentence called “life”

There’s a feeling that engulfs us as if we are the smallest thing to exist. As if we just don’t have any form but are a loosely bound to-do list that is likely undone. The air that we breathe in is too saturated. Saturated with contrasting words and ideas, floating within the sea of data that surrounds us. We have accepted being ‘overwhelmed’ as the new normal, where fatigue and panic attacks are nothing but simple things that happen to everyone ensured with a brief gift-wrapped pity/care/sympathy.

We are drowning. We all are pretending to be someone we aren’t. Nothing but a bundle of vulnerable personalities held within a fragile body of blood and flesh. A culture where everything is celebrated and detested at the same time. We are more confused than ever and in this state of blurry clarity, we have to accept that we will trip, more than once. We are allowed to fail and fall and shatter into a thousand pieces. We are allowed to hibernate when the day feels too much. There’s no heroism in powering through, everyone has their own story and reasons, and in this world of chaos, the kindest thing can be to listen without judgment. Put a comma and a semicolon to the sentence of life when required, take the necessary pause, and breathe. Don’t go out to put a full stop right away, no matter how hard it gets. The only privilege that comes with life is the surety of death.

Our sentences, no matter how long will end, but let it roll no matter how uncomfortable or difficult it becomes to read for our lives are not meant to be read but lived and no one can live your life other than you.

Put the comma and pause, Kindness towards ourselves is the warm blanket in this cold cacophony.